Watching grass growing

I need to write. I want to write. I want to write about ordinary things because they are significant. I find it hard to write about ordinary things. My life keeps throwing non-ordinary (as opposed to extraordinary) things at me. My writing keeps crescendoing into a cross between a symphony orchestra and a screeching cat. … Continue reading Watching grass growing →

“The one thing I am still really irritated at …”

Jasini and I were returning Saturday night from Worlds of Fun. As we turned the corner by the Avondale United Methodist Church, I noticed someone leaving the building and heading to her lone car in the parking lot. "There, dear" I said "is the new pastor of the church (Reverend Rebecca Dunger Peak) heading to … Continue reading “The one thing I am still really irritated at …” →